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The City Girl Made of Glass

I'm bringing the new blog back to this site... (if I can work out how...)
I've realised that what I'm writing isn't actually a new story, it's just an extension - my history is the shaping of my present and future, I cannot pretend to have forgotten it.

And I don't manage to merge the two blogs, here it is:
http://www.glasscitygirl.blogspot.com/

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  1. Anonymous12 September 2011 at 02:28

    I must have been following you at this address, I hope you can merge the two back :)

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  2. Undenied12 September 2011 at 02:53

    I think under Settings somewhere you can Import/Export your blogs. Pretty sure.

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  3. Loulou12 September 2011 at 11:59

    mailed you a quick guide in 3 sml screenshots on how to import/export ur blog!

    xxx

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  4. Shauna23 September 2011 at 23:54

    check out - belle armed blog

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